A Toyota Pathfinder blew past me at nearly 90 mph and I knew he was going to be sorry. What he found was a cop waiting in the wings. Once this happened I thought the danger of a speeding ticket was now behind me, thanks to the Pathfinder driver, but not so. Another rider and yet another rider tapped his helmet at me as I continued to ride. I must have been half asleep, because it took about 10 more minutes for me to realize that the cop I was looking for must be traveling directly ahead of me. As I had promised my hubs Highway when I left that morning, I kept within the speed limit and relaxed my riding.
"Be careful today, OK? I don't want anything to happen to you," Highway said.
It startled me to hear this, actually, as this was so uncharacteristic of him. Not much of a worrier, Highway rarely expresses this type of concern. With a few extra hugs and kisses, I bid him farewell.
It wasn't until I had ridden another 10 miles with riders tapping their warnings at me all along before I saw the CHP in question. Exiting the freeway, then turning around and getting back on in the other direction, that cop was in a hell of a hurry after some other poor bastard to deliver his dose of ticketed misery.
For the rest of that 75 mile ride, I wished I could tell the riders who warned me how much I appreciated them. Most riders will tell you that this is a great community we belong to, but never have I felt more embraced than this day, from the beginning with my hubs loving concern, to the care of the other riders I met along the way.